AN: Hi this is my first story ever so I hope I won't mess this up too much. So I want to excuse myself already in advance cause English isn't my first, second or even third language but my fourth.(Thank you luxemburg...)So I will probably misuse some expressions and/or words.

DISCLAIMER: I neither own Pokemon nor RE:Monster, that honor belongs to their respective owners.

Chapter 1: How PokemonGo caused my death

I see nothing but black, nowhere even a hint of a glow. Shouldn't death be more than darkness? I mean come on if I am already forced to be conscious after dying couldn't God or the Devil or whoever is responsible for the afterlife be more imaginative than a cool darkness. Cool is an really interesting word because people could believe I am finding this nothingness an good idea. But no it's cool in the sense of cold. Not freezing cold but cold enough to be uncomfortable.
Enough of this you probably want to know how I died, well I always tought my death would be really heroic and that I would die sacrificing myself to save some kids or newborns out of a burning house and then succumbing to the smoke after getting a teary 'Thank you ' from the parents. Or after having lived to a round 100, surrounded by my kids and grandkids. In no instant did I think I would die thanks to PokemonGO. It was really sudden and weird, I can tell you that much. I was walking around catching Pokemon left an right when after catching my thirtyfirst magikarp, I was rewarded by the sheer awesomness that is an SHINY magikarp, I really couldn't believe my luck! I caught a shiny after only half an hour of catching and walking. Sadly I didnt get much of an chance to celebrate my catch because I had to chose just this moment to cross the street, if I had waited even 2 seconds I wouls still live and would not have died thanks to the frontal assault of an truck.

Yeah pretty anticlimatic, no? I played PokemonGO and was then killed by a truck and if that wasn't an stereotype I don't know what would qualify. I would be all over the News as the 'Kid that died beacause of PokemonGo'. Parents are going to tell their children how this game kills and how dangereous it is. But hey! I'm dead so I won't have to deal with the consequences so 'Yuhu'?
Tough I don't understand why I'm still so calm about all of this. I mean I died so shouldn't I be like panicking and praying to god that this all is only a dream? Well no matter, I was always an rather odd kid.

Day 1

Ohh, after ten days in this damn darkness, I finally got the possibility to move myself. Now I realised 8 days ago that I was being reborn, after experiencing the weird feeling of growing organs and nerves. Well today I will be reborn, the starting point of my new life, people are going to love and fear, I'm going to build an empire that survives centuries, now I will be born with overwhelming power for I am:'Karp? Magi' Well shit I am an magikarp, ok no problem I'll simply speedlevel to level 20 and all will be good

Now the only remaining question is why is there a window floating in my face?

'Welcome to the Game' indeed.